Of course not.
Although it is possible for the monk to run away from the temple, she must explain the ins and outs to Cheng Lang first, so that she can take the initiative. She was interrupted just after she started, and now she directly hits the muzzle of the gun. Ugly
Xu Qiao felt that she could do another rescue.
She took a deep breath and said to Cheng Ye on the other end of the phone: "Oh, I misremembered the place..." Then she cut off the phone and turned it off quietly.
"Changing lanes?" Cheng Lang slowed down the car.
"Ah, yes, I made a mistake, it's not Audreyden, it's..." Xu Qiao's brain was racing, "It's the Outlets! You know the Outlets shopping center?"
"Know."
Xu Qiao looked at the main entrance of the hotel in fear, and was relieved until the car turned around. She bent her knuckles sadly and tapped on her legs.
How can I say this? Just introduced the topic step by step with an ingenious friend out of thin air, how wonderful, now it feels like being poked in the lower back of a yawn in the middle of a yawn, and the feeling is completely broken.
"It's just two streets away." Cheng Lang glanced at her, as if thinking that she was apologizing for reporting the wrong destination, "Not far."
Sure enough, it was not far away. Before Xu Qiao could figure out how to speak, the car stopped at the gate of the Outlets.
She sat without moving, opened her mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls of air and closed it again. Cheng Lang seemed to have misunderstood that she couldn't open the door, so he took off his seat belt and got out of the car to go around to the passenger side.
Xu Qiao had no choice but to get out of the car bitterly.
Cheng Lang bent over and took out a brand new fifty-yuan note from the glove box: "I got extra change, so I have to subsidize the public funds myself."
She thought about it for a while before remembering: "Oh, yes."
Cheng Lang smiled and handed the banknotes to her palm, polite as always, without touching her skin with his fingertips: "Don't be careless next time."
It's "next time" again.
At the end of every episode, there is always a hint of "to be continued". Xu Qiao really thinks that Cheng Lang's method of teasing girls is very characteristic of idol dramas - at the end of each episode, the audience is left with suspense full of pink bubbles, making them sit and wait. Tang's audience screamed with excitement, chasing the next episode angrily, and finally saw the beginning of the next episode: I'm grinning, so you just show me this
Seeing the meaning of his parting, Xu Qiao looked at the noisy business district with people coming and going, and sighed in her heart.
All right, let's find an opportunity to be honest some other day.
She waved at him: "Goodbye, Mr. Cheng."
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Xu Qiao originally thought that according to the progress of the two, the goodbye should be tomorrow night, but she didn't expect that for three days in a row, no matter how dedicated she was to her job, she even changed the night shift with someone on vacation, and Cheng Lang didn't wait.
It wasn't that Cheng Lang didn't come, but that their fate seemed to be exhausted.
Because one night, Shi Wei said that she happened to be in the bathroom when Pagani stopped.
Xu Qiao thought she was conscientious enough to go to the bathroom only once a night, and how could she miss it perfectly in just fifteen minutes
Thinking about it this way, it's not that she and Cheng Lang have no fate at all, but too much fate.
After several days of continuous rotation, Xu Qiao couldn't bear it any longer. After get off work, she went back to the hotel tired and fell asleep.
This sleep went straight from ten o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the evening, when Zhu Li called.
"Hello… "
"Still sleeping? Are you out drinking?"
"Didn't your hotel just open, isn't it busy?"
"I have to drink because I'm busy."
Xu Qiao heard that Zhu Li had suffered a setback in the mall and had something to complain about.
She sat up from the bed, looked at the dark sky outside the window, and rubbed her neck: "Okay, where?"
"Just the newly opened one in Yujinfang, Muse."
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Yujinfang at night is as bright as day, and the neon lights in the streets and alleys are burning with colorful lights, which complement each other like a battle of beauty.
The first layer of Muse is boiling with funk music, the rhythm of the electric bass and drum kit seems to be hitting the heart, causing the blood of the men and women in it to suddenly pulsate.
This newly opened bar is famous for its music, and there are no boxes in the venue. It claims that no matter which area you sit in, you can get the auditory effect of the resident singer.
However, some people joke that Muse was able to quickly gain a foothold in Yujinfang. The more important reason may be that among the high-end bars, there is no private room—a fully open space, just like its name "Muse". , It gave the people in the entertainment field more inspiration and desire for Aventure.
Tonight's Muse was as lively as usual.
There were four young masters sitting in the deck on the second floor. During the quiet interval between singing and singing, a complaining male voice rang out: "When will Boss Lang arrive? How long have you been waiting? I, Jiang Fang, am a person who can go up and down tens of millions every minute." …”
Someone joked: "Lang always earns tens of millions in a minute, but you lose tens of millions in a minute, right?"
"That's not right." The party finally appeared amidst the lights and shadows.
Cheng Lang strolled across the stage and handed the suit jacket to the waiter with a smile. The four immediately stood up to welcome him into the throne.
Jiang Fang poured wine for Cheng Lang, while glaring at the other three: "That's right, do you hear what you're saying like a human being?"
"I mean," Cheng Lang tapped the coffee table with his knuckles, "the data of earning tens of millions in a minute should be updated."
Jiang Fang: "..."
Shen Dang shook his head with a smile, pointing to Cheng Lang: "It's been so long since I've seen you, you are still a serious poison."
"Well, as we all know, our Lang always only changes his sex when he meets a woman." Jiang Fang put his wine glass down heavily, and hissed as if remembering something, "By the way, what do you mean today? ah?"
Cheng Lang paused for a moment when he took off his watch.
Jiang Fang turned his head to Shen Dang, who was organizing the bureau: "Just let the five old men drink here, Shen Dang, have you changed your orientation?"
"Where?" Shen Dang coughed lightly, "I just feel uncomfortable with the powdery smell."
"Why didn't I hear you dislike it before..." Jiang Fang stared at Cheng Lang halfway through the speech, "No, the key to tonight is that there is an extra boss Lang. Could it be that the problem lies in..."
Cheng Lang bit an unlit cigarette, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Jiang Fang shut his mouth, Pidianpidian leaned over to light his cigarette, but was pushed away by him.
"Boss Lang, I said something wrong, please save face!"
Cheng Lang raised his chin behind him.
Jiang Fang turned his head in a daze, and through the gap in the wooden partition, he vaguely saw a woman sitting next door.
Shen Dang turned his head back from looking around: "Boss Lang doesn't smoke where there are women, he just bites to relieve his addiction."
Jiang Fang suddenly realized and slapped his thigh: "As for Mr. Lang, a man who treats women as treasures, I was suspicious of his sexual orientation just now? I really have no eyes."
"That's right." Shen Dang smiled and glanced at Cheng Lang, "You don't know, he started 'hunting' as soon as he returned to China."
"Yo ho, which girl is so powerful that she can ask Mr. Lang to come out in person?"
Shen Dang shrugged and said he didn't know: "Boss Lang said that a woman is a book, and you have to read it slowly to read the surprises. I checked out all the seven aunts and eight aunts at once. What's new to explore?"
"The height is still the height of the waves," Jiang Fang clasped a fist at Cheng Lang, and couldn't help being curious, "What kind of girl is that, can you tell me?"
Shen Dang met Cheng Lang in private yesterday, chatted about the recent situation, and generally knew the girl. Seeing that Cheng Lang was not interested in talking in a noisy environment, he took the initiative to answer: "You are a soft girl, and the financial conditions of the family should be average. , I was wronged at work, shed tears secretly, gave her an expensive dress, I was embarrassed to accept it, asked her name, and was too timid to say it. Anyway, every time Lang always gently teases, she doesn't know What to say, very pure..."
A few people here had a lively chat, but the content of the conversation was mixed with funk and passed to the ears of Zhu Li in the booth next door, but it was all indistinguishable bass.
Zhu Li only heard the last few lines during the BGM interlude, feeling in his heart that 800 years have passed, rich men still like pure little white rabbits the most.
After a few glasses of whiskey, she glanced at the screen of her mobile phone. Xu Qiao sent "I'll be there in five minutes" fifteen minutes ago, and "I'll be there in five minutes" ten minutes ago. She reminded me again. : "If you want to pick up my corpse directly, you can slow down."
It was Xu Qiao's own voice who answered her: "There is a row of whiskeys clamoring to be poured, with such a drinking capacity, don't call me my friend when you go out in the future."
Zhu Li raised her head and saw Xu Qiao walking in a pair of eye-catching rust-red thin shirts and pleated transparent boots. Inside the windbreaker was a stomach-exposing sweater and a high-waisted leather skirt. Immediately blew a hooligan whistle: "It seems that the toll booth didn't waste you."
After Xu Qiao went upstairs, the resident singing station happened to change to a particularly noisy song. She didn't hear clearly, so she handed the windbreaker to the waiter, sat across from Zhu Li and asked her what to say.
Zhu Li raised his voice and repeated it again.
Xu Qiao pointed to the dark circles under her eyes that couldn't be covered by concealer: "Isn't this enough to waste me?"
Zhu Li laughed so hard: "Seeing how miserable you are, I suddenly feel that my bad things are not so bad anymore."
Xu Qiao turned her head and asked the waiter for a special drink, and asked her, "Who is blocking our Xiao Zhu's way of making money again?"
Zhu Li's entrepreneurial journey is not easy.
There are many men in the Zhu family's generation, but Zhu Li is the only girl. Originally, what Father Zhu meant was to train Zhu Li like a lady from a famous family, to be proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, beautiful in appearance, wise in virtue and artistic in virtue, and let her marry a well-matched man when she reaches the age, so as to add a backing for the Zhu family in the business world .
But Zhu Li hates these things, he is not married, and he is dedicated to his career, so it is conceivable how much resistance he faces.
She waved her hand, indicating that she didn't want to say: "The more you talk, the more annoying you are, you should tell me something about your heart, maybe I can feel better after hearing it."
"I'm really a little uncomfortable."
The two hit it off immediately, and Xu Qiao, like pouring beans, told the whole story about herself and Cheng Lang not seeing each other for three days.
Zhu Li stared: "You guys are a bit old-fashioned. It's the 21st century, and you still use this dating method from 2,000 years ago? No, the ancestors from 2,000 years ago knew how to exchange addresses and letters, and make appointments. It happened the month before last, so it's purely luck that you two can meet?"
Xu Qiao straightened her back angrily: "Can this be my fault? He is a man who doesn't take the initiative, and I have to be a little girl to back it up? And he said he likes to be reserved, so I can only hold back."
"Could it be that he is a zero-based land reclamation player?" Zhu Li recalled the brief contact with Cheng Lang at the reception that day in puzzlement. Just by the gesture of holding the wine, it can be seen that this man is used to cuddling with the red and green in the romantic field He said, "No, that man definitely looks like a high-ranking man."
Xu Qiao took the cocktail from the waiter and sighed: "Since this is the case, there have been so many trysts in the middle of the night, why doesn't he ask me for a phone number?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the song on the resident singing stage ended, the band changed, and the ears suddenly became clear. A male voice came from the next door in the gap: "We, the 'slutty', finally managed to get together a few jobs. Son, are you leaving so early?"
Someone replied: "Go to bed, you guys have fun."
Xu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, thinking that she was daydreaming and hearing hallucinations, and turned her head to look at the gap in the partition behind her, but she really caught sight of a familiar figure.
Just as Zhu Li was about to ask "what's the matter", she covered his mouth.
Xu Qiao made a "shh" gesture and listened to the men's conversation.
"Are you jet lagged yet?"
"It's over."
"Then you are going to bed too early."
"Because of a little girl, I stay up in the middle of the night every day to go for a high-speed drive, so sleepy that my eyelids fight."
Zhu Li had an "oh huh" mouth shape, and his melon-eating expression was already in place.
Xu Qiao pressed her back against the partition with all her strength, wishing she could get her ears through.
"Hey, do we still need to go through this process to flirt with Mrs. Lang? What kind of gentleman are you pretending to be? Just go up and ask for a phone call."
"Doesn't this look too pure to do anything?"
Xu Qiao was taken aback, pointed to her nose, and silently asked Zhu Li with her eyes: Am I pure
Zhu Li shook his head suspiciously: Are you pretending to be innocent with others
Xu Qiao's face was innocent: No!
After being innocent, I felt that something was wrong.
Speaking of which, Cheng Lang met her face to face several times, and she happened to be either crying or miserable, and she always wore a plain uniform that didn't show her figure, with old-fashioned hair...
Could it be that these down-to-earth appearances gave him the illusion that he really didn't recognize her who had changed her appearance that day in Li Tun? So he lent her the coat, maybe just found out she was gone, and readily helpful
It turned out that this was the reason why she missed love!
The world has such a misunderstanding of her!
Zhu Li opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Xu Qiao with a look of hatred.
Afterwards, Xu Qiao regretted it for a while. If she could listen to Zhu Li's speech at this moment, she would definitely not make the next stupid move.
It's a pity that Liang Jingru and Lin Junjie both said that there is no if.
She turned around with misunderstood resentment, poking her head out of the partition: "Well, sorry to interrupt..."
All five eyes shot at her.
Xu Qiao stared at the flash of astonishment in Cheng Lang's eyes, and cleared her throat: "I think, in fact, she may not be as pure as you think..."
"..."
The author has something to say: ·Is Mr. Lang surprised or surprised? You are right, a woman is indeed a book, if you flip through it, you will overturn the car.